Part 8: The God Of Time, Destiny & Order -
Wallace sits up, removes the blanket covering him as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the floor. He stands up, yawns as he stretches as his eyes begin to tear, "I am glad that Khaan decided to end the conflict between us, as my name has finally been cleared from the accusations. Belthor will be captured one way or another. He murdered the princess, those traveling merchants delivered her corpse to the queen and I. They were paid handsomely for their part in this investigation. Sam, you are a monster. I cannot wait till I get to torture you for all the torment you have been causing the queen. She was frozen with fear at the sight of her daughter's corpse. No tears, no talking, nothing but blank stares and psychological paralysis. She didn't come to bed." Wallace walks out of the bedroom, making his way to the throne room. He stops as he stares at the thrones, "Darling, Mirianne. My beautiful wife." He approaches her, kneels on one leg, then grabs her left hand. He stares into her eyes, "My love, you have been up all night. The guards say that you have been completely silent and unresponsive. You should get some sleep or you will not stay healthy. I love you with all my heart and soul. My love, I understand your pain, the loss of your husband and your only child. Your daughter will be avenged. Kahan has been notified that Sam Belthor is the assassin. He has decided to work with us in order to hunt down Sam. I now have two kingdoms providing more forces for capturing Sam and his family. My dear, I'm worried about you, I fear for your health. The cooks said that you have refused to eat or drink. It's ok to cry." He grabs her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her waist, as he hugs her with a tight but comfortable grasp, he whispers in her ear, "My love, it's okay to cry. Let it out, let go of the pain. This will only destroy you. You need to let it out. I love you too much to let you continue like this. It has been three days since the news was brought to our attention. You have not moved for seventy two hours. You won't eat, sleep or leave your throne chair. My love, this is tearing me up inside. My love, please let it all come out. I can take it, I know that you have to release the pain in order to move on with your life. Darling Marianne, I can't stand watching you like this. Your safety is my top priority." He lifts her off the chair as she screams so loud that the birds perched on the railing in front of the castle scattered with quick haste. He slowly releases his arms from around her waist. Her arms lift up, she wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him tight to her own body, squeezing as hard as she can. Marianne begins to cry on his shoulder, "I can't stand the pain, the memories are unbearable and overwhelming my own mind. I have so much anger, rage and pain. Belthor kidnapped my daughter, then killed her. He took away my child, my little baby girl. I lost my husband and daughter to this asshole. I personally want to kill him." Her tears soak his shirt, drool seeps from her mouth as she sniffles, "Wallace, I think I want to eat something before I go upstairs and get some rest tonight." Wallace and the royal guards escort her to the kitchen, they sit down at the dining room table. They eat their food. An hour goes by as they lay down on their bed. Wallace kisses her. They have sex before falling asleep.
The room turns white, clouds begin to cover the entire bedroom as the bed rises above the white clouds, revealing the light blue sky. The bedroom slowly dissipates as the surrounding turns into a long empty white void. Wallace wakes up, "What the fuck is going on? Where the hell am I?" He looks around, "I don't see anything around here, it is a very open space, a white void, did I die? I don't see Marianne anywhere, and the castle!" He wanders around the area, "I must be in hell. I died and am in hell for my past deeds. The people I have killed, the orphans from the villages that were collateral damage." Wallace drops to his knees as the ground shook at the strength of a magnitude five earthquake. Wallace rolls onto his back, he stares up, "Why does the sky look like a man dressed in glimmering clothing?" Wallace's heart begins to race, he can hear and feel his heart in his chest. Wallace tries to stand up but his legs give way, he collapses on the ground, arms shaking with uncontrollable tremors. Wallace closes his eyes, breathing slowly, slowly inhaling and exhaling. With time his body begins to regain control. Wallace stands up, stares up, "The one hundred mile tall man disappeared, where did he go? Did I hallucinate it? I can't be dreaming such a vivid dream?" Wallace sits down, "I am not moving from this spot! I want to know what you want from me! Am I dead? Are you going to judge me for my past!" The void echoes with a powerfully air shaking voice, "Yes, I am going to judge you! For I am the god of the gods!" Wallace drops to his knees, his head placed on the floor, bowing in a submissive position, "My lord, I didn't mean to burn down those villages. I was trying to carry the lit torch through the village, but I lost my grip as it fell onto the stacks of dry hay." The voice yells again, "That is not of concern." Wallace speaks up, "Then is it about the time I peed on the bed of an orphan? I was drunk, I thought I was in the hygiene room. I didn't realize that I was peeing on an orphan as they were sleeping in their bed. It was an accident. I wasn't aware of my own actions." The voice yells louder, "No! That is not why you are here! Just shut up, stand up, and turn around." Wallace does as the voice commands, he turns around, staring at a man with light brown skin. The man's eyes have only one hue, bright yellow glowing eyes. Wallace bows his head, "My lord I am not worthy to be in your kingdom. My lord, I am merely a nobody. I may be a king, but you are the king of the gods. You are Valcia. The ruler of order, time and destiny." He places his hand on Wallace's shoulder, "Stand straight my son. I am thee." Valcia snaps his fingers, turning the room into an office. Valcia walks to his chair, sits down and says, "Wallace, please sit down, I have some personal things I would ask of you." Wallace sits down, his body tenses up from the overwhelming presence. Valcia speaks up, "I am in need of a warrior. I have chosen you to be my champion. I want you to carry out my wishes. You must defeat Brett Travosita. He is being controlled by Malthus. Malthus must be stopped. Gods cannot be killed, but can be defeated in battle. I am not Arkana, so the powers I can only grant you are within time, fate, and order. When you awaken, you will be given weapons and armor, and the ability to manipulate those three things within my own jurisdictions. Malthus has a warrior on Loama. The warrior does the bidding for Malthus, creating madness, destruction and is filled with hunger for greater power. Brett is extremely powerful, and Malthus is only going to keep granting Brett even greater powers. Malthus wishes to overthrow me. He has always been envious of my position as the ruler of everything. Malthus's warrior is a king that resides in the lands to the far East. Brett Travosita is the king of Nalloia. Malthus had his servants help Brett overthrow the previous incomnpetent king and queen. Do not underestimate him." Wallace wakes up, he steps out of the bed, "Wait, I am back in my own bed. This is my bedroom, and the queen is sleeping by my side. Was it all just a vivid dream?" Wallace is greeted by six beautiful women, with wings that spread out fifteen feet from tip of the wing to the other tip of the other wing. Wallace says, "It wasn't a dream! I really did meet the god of order." The angel leading the group hovers slightly off the ground, her wings tucked to her side like that of a bird resting its wings. The woman speaks up, "I am the chosen one to be your connection to Valcia. Valcia will relay commands to me, and I will be the one to make sure you follow those commands. Valcia likes things to be done his way. My subordinates will be crafting armor and weapons customized to your liking. They already know what you desire, so I ask of you, approach each one of my angels. I will visit you again in twelve hours from now. The woman evanescently disappears. Each angel hands Wallace an object, the first one hands him a cuirass, "This cuirass is enchanted with the power of enhanced healing. As long as you have this cuirass on you will regenerate from any wound. When it is removed you will lose that ability and will sustain injuries as you would normally." The next woman approaches, hands him a helm, "This helm grants you the ability to slow down time for a full minute. When removed you will lose that ability." The next one walks towards him, "These gauntlets will grant you the strength to lift objects greater than sixteen sextillion pounds, when removed you will have your normal mortal strength." The next angel approaches him with boots, "These boots will grant you the ability to walk on water, run faster than any mortal creature, and as long as you have the boots on, you will be able to move any part of your body with god-like speed. These boots will grant you infinite endurance. You will not tire. Like everything else, if you remove these items, you will lose these abilities and resort back to normal." The last beautiful angel approaches Wallace, she hands him a sword that is four feet in length. She says to him, "Kneel!" Wallace kneels in front of the angel, he bows his head, closes his eyes and waits patiently as she has the blade of the sword touch his left shoulder then is lifted over his head and brought back down touching his right shoulder. She does it three times then says, "Rise sir Wallace!" He stands up, his arms parallel to his side. She says, "Hold out your hands, palms facing up." She placed the sword in his hands, "This sword is not enchanted, at least not currently, but if you prove your loyalty and complete each command given to you by master Valcia, then he may grant you more gifts for your loyalty and competence." The angels disappear. Wallace yells at the top of his lungs, "I NEED MY MAIDS RIGHT NOW! GUARDS! GET ME MY PERSONAL SERVANTS! IMMEDIATELY!" An hour passed by as ten individual people entered the bedroom. He says, "Take these to the armory, replace my old armor and sword with these. Place my royal armor on a seperate rack next to these." The next morning, Wallace is standing in front of his gifts granted to him by Valcia, he places his hand on the chest of the cuirass, "This armor by appearance alone looks godly. The carvings are of a knight charging through hordes of enemies with the phrase Audaces Fortuna Juvat written on the upper chest and upper back near the neckline. I don't know what that means, it must be part of the language of the gods. The armor is made of pure gold, silver, platinum and palladium, with jewels that are embedded across the sides of the pieces of armor. The light makes the gems glimmer with absolute beauty. They embedded alexandrite, lapis lazuli, sapphire, diamonds, grandidierite, emeralds. Each piece of armor must cost more than all of the precious gemstones, precious metals and the vast majority of kingdoms combined, though I may be exaggerating. Still, the armor is the most expensive set of armor that I have ever set my eyes on. The armor screams "made by the gods." Wallace exits the armory, heads up stairs, kisses Marianne on the lips and they both walk towards the dining room.
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